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roseyange · 2 years

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mammons wings

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♡ mammon x gn!reader

◇ mention of mc being shorter then Mammon

♡ mentions of nightmares and mc being in a dangerous situation in the last two drabbles

◇ established relatonship after the " first encounter bit " :)

notes : i honestly just love hc's of what the winged bros do when mc messes with their wings + them wrapping their wings around them. ughh, so cute.

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Mammons wings are coarse and boney. the skin across the span is leathery, getting thinner the closer to the ends of the wings. around the base of the wings on Mammon's back, there are barbs -dulled over time from his clothing rubbing on them, sleeping, and him scratching at them trying to get them to stop poking his skin.

his wings are sensitive. he can feel anything around his wings before they even make contact. in the cold, it is almost unbearable to have them out. aches dig their way into the ribbing of his wings, making it hurt to have them out even if just for a few minutes. if not properly cared for, they could snag and rip, causing the demon great pain as well as being unable to fly until they are healed.

the first you time saw Mammon's wings up close, the two of you had gotten into an argument. it was nothing too serious, you wanted to go out shopping for Satan's birthday by yourself -but of course- Mammon being your first man and being undoubtedly head over heals for you, he couldn't let you go out by yourself. the teasing words you threw playfully at Mammon had upset him a bit too much, and he unintentionally turned to his demon form. his wings spreading wide in all their glory. you couldn't help but stare, the spines of his wings webbed down and branched out to the tips, almost like the veins on a leaf. the skin looked rough and leathery, but after you stepped closer to poor unsuspecting Mammon, you could tell it looked softer then what you anticipated. like a smooth fine leather.

" he-hey! what do you think your doin?! " Mammon yelled as he took a step back, brush creeping up his cheeks as crossed his arms over his chest. he pouted and looked to the side, but his eyes still stuck to you at the corner of his vision.

" your wings are so pretty. " you said, argument and want to go shopping for Satan long gone. you now just wanted to admired Mammon's demon form, especially his wings.

" well-well of course they are! I am the great Mammon! " he said, breath catching in his throat as you took a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to get a closer look as his horns.

" come here. " you mumbled as you grabbed Mammon by his collar and pulled him down to your height, reaching a hand up to touch his twisted horns. not paying attention to the bright pink blush that dusted over the demon in front of you.

" hey! hey! stop poking and prodding at me like I'm some kinda creature! if you wanted to admire my gorgeousness you could have just asked! " he said, breaking off into a mumble as he tried to avoid your eyes, becoming more and more aware of the close proximity between the two of you the longer he was in the situation.

you let the poor demon go, allowing him to return to his full length as you held onto his arm, reaching out to touch his wings but promptly stopping

" can I touch your wings?" you ask, looking up at the demon for the first time during your exhibition of the demons form.

" u-uh sure. but please be careful, they can be kinda ticklish." he responded as a smile pulled on your lips. you walked to his side, your hand meting the top of his wings. they fluttered at your touch, stretching out just a bit further like a peacock proudly showing off its colors. you couldn't help but giggle as your fingers fell onto the leathery skin. just as you thought, it was like running your hand over a designer purse. of course you couldn't expect less from Mammon. your fingers followed down one of the spines that started at the highest point of the wing span and traveled to the lowest point. the demon stuttered, instinctively pulling his wings in but stopping and letting them open back to a comfortable position for you to continue look at them. you mumbled an apology as you continued looking.

Mammon turned to his demon form a bit more then you would expect. if he was really angry or upset, if you or him were in dire trouble, or if he has a nightmare. but none of those matched up to the best time when he would shift to his demon form.

when Mammon gets really happy, just like the goofy puppy he is, he will turn to his demon form. just like a dog wagging his tail, his wings will gently flap up and down while his eyes sparkle and he shines his beautiful smile.

sometimes when he gets really happy, you will have him lay down on your lap. laying on his stomach while he rests his head in his arms on your legs. you will run your fingers through his hair and trace up his horns, just to watch how his wings will flap faster or how they will shutter in the air. Mammon is too ashamed to admit it (even though you already know) but god damnit does he love when you do that. not only does he adore and constantly crave your affection, but the look on your face when his wings start moving mindlessly on their own is enough to have him coming back for more.

Mammon doesn't get nightmares that often, but when he does, they are the kind that will have him waking up in a cold sweat crying, only calming down once you have him tucked safely in your arms. the worst of them, are the ones he can't wake up from. he is lucky enough to not remember the nightmares past the first few minutes of being awake, but it doesn't mean they still don't torment them in his sleeping state.

when they get really bad, he will turn to his demon form. thrashing around until he is able to make contact with you, only then will he be able to calm down once he is attached to you. his arms will wrap suffocatingly tight around you, and his wings will protectively fall over you, tucking themselves around you so it is harder for you to get away. if his sudden movements don't wake you up, him clinging to you defiantly would.

the first time it happened, it -rightfully so- scared the shit out of you. to be awaken by your boyfriends demon form is not the best way to to be woken up. you quickly assessed the situation and then woke him. holding him closely to you until he was calm enough to lay back down, shifting out of his demon form. he didn't fall asleep that night until early in the morning, buried in your chest with your hands in his hair. the reassurance of you holding onto him was enough to help him lull off to sleep.

now anytime it happened, you would let him hold onto you as tight as he needed. you would try to guide him through his dream by talking to him. you whispered soft words to him, reassuring you were right there and that he was just having a bad dream, reminding him that he can wake up whenever he wants and leave the dream behind. it only takes a few minutes for him to either wake up or to calm down in his sleep, his grip loosing and his demon form disappearing.

Whenever you are in trouble, all it takes is you yelling his name and touching your pact and he will appear next to you, demon mode activated, ready to do whatever is needed to protect you. it luckily doesn't happen that often, but once Mammon feels his pact burning and your yell ringing through his head, his stomach drops as he teleports to you, always scared he may be too late. no matter the situation, Mammon will always make sure you are safe first, whether that being moving you to a new location, having you call in a second brother to take care of the issue while he watches after you, or just hiding you behind his wings.

how badly he wished you two wouldn't have to have game plans for if situations like that accrued. he just wanted you to be able to live happily and safely in the Devildom, not having to worry about some low life demon getting too cocky and deciding to make a death wish by toying with the second borns lover.

if something happens, you can bet this boy is not leaving you for a few days. once you are both out of danger, the situation taken care of, he cant seem to shift out of his demon form. he will be stuck in it for a few hours after the incident, scared whoever tried to harm you will break into his room, trying to take advantage of both of your lowered guards. you have to help him calm down. draw him a warm bath with lavender and chamomile, either sit with him or get in with him as he holds onto you (either your hand or you, depending if you get in or not) while he keeps his eyes closed, trying to enjoy the peace and quiet. maybe offer him food or to watch a movie, or to go steal a game from Levi. but one surefire way to get his mind off of it, is a friendly game of poker between you two. no matter the stakes, he will take you up on the offer in a heart beat. only after a few games will his wings start to pull into his back, his horns start to shrink, and his normal attire return to his body.

once he returns back to his normal form, you better be ready to go to bed soon, because there is no way he is not making you sleep with him that night.

#obey me #omswd #obey me mammon #mammon #shall we date mammon #nothing but mammon brain rot here #mammon fluff #mammon x gn!reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x gn!reader #obey me headcanons #mammon hcs #mammon headcanon #obey me hc

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atlasglitter · 2 years

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A Butlers Duty

Pairing(s); MC x Barbatos

Fic type; Angst

Trigger warnings; One sided crush, barb has a panic attack

Ever since barbatos came to serve diavolo he knew his role well; a butler that tended to almost all of needs. And barbatos was fine with this arrangement, tending to the prince filled Barbatos with joy; but like most of his inhabitants of the devildom he had his own doubts about the exchange program diavolo had thought of. Despite putting the human under the protection of the 7 brothers there was still a chance this plan to reunite the three realms could go terribly; but even he knew at some points you can’t talk diavolo out of something and the only thing he could do is hope and trust that diavolo knew what he was doing.

As the exchange plan went on Barbatos definitely had underestimated the human, they had proven they were more than capable of surviving and in fact made quite pleasant company, the many afternoons they had spent together with Barbatos serving them fresh sweets with a carefully picked blend of tea for them to enjoy as they recounted the various squabbles and events that happened in the mansion with a fond smile on his face. Eventually though Barbatos fell into a similar pattern, seeking out the human, sleepless nights just thinking about them. Barbatos had fallen for the exchange student.

Since that moment Barbatos hadn’t gotten a single night of good sleep, the thoughts in his mind had been filled with the transfer student and he couldn’t get rid of them, their smile, their simple little gestures and habits, the way their eyes lit up when they talked about things they cared about, he never thought a human could have a hold on him like this but as usual the transfer student surprised him. While preparing to leave RAD the human had come up to him asking him to teach them how to bake, according to them beel had eaten all of belphie’s sweets and beel wanted to make it up to him. Stifling back a chuckle that threatened to emerge he nodded

“It would be a pleasure to teach you how to bake Y/N.”

Eventually the day they had both decided on rolled around and everything had started off normal, until you had once again filled his thoughts, how he so badly wanted to wrap his arms around your waist as he held you close to him listening to your soft hums that escaped your lips as he placed gentle kisses on your neck, snapping out of his fantasy he noticed he had slipped some vegetable oil on the floor he had just mopped. Fighting back the urge to sigh out his frustration he went to go retrieve something to clean it up, though it seemed to have slipped his mind to tell you as when you walked towards him you slipped on it your body falling forward. Barbatos quickly caught you his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you steady; as he was about to utter out an apology he noticed how right your body felt in his arms, the way your scent and warmth engulfed him made him only fall deeper into whatever spell you had cast on him. Regaining his composure he made sure you were steady on your feet again before bowing

“Please excuse me for a second Y/N”

Quickly and tightly shutting one of the many bathroom doors in the castle he sighed and leaned against the doorframe closing his eyes.

“What am i doing?”

He muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair; just what was that back there? How did he lose his composure to easily back there. Was he really that weak to Y/N? Maybe..maybe they had the same thoughts as him back there, but as usual his mind couldn’t even entertain the thought before reality set in. There was no way Y/N could like them back, he was merely a butler who spent all day serving a prince. He couldn’t provide and make time for them like they deserved. Hearing a ding on his device he pulled it out of his pocket and saw a text from Y/N, merely asking if they were okay followed by an emoji causing a smile to spread on his lips, even in these moments they were still thinking about him; how cute. He texted back that he was okay and he would be back in a few seconds. Slipping the device back into his pocket he exited the bathroom. He was usually the type to give up easily but for you he was willing to put in the work to have you.

As time went on Barbatos couldn’t deal with these one sided feelings and knew he needed to start dropping hints. He had planned to do some subtle flirting over their usual tea time before he overheard your voice mixed with diavolo’s. He peaked his head out from the kitchen to see you and diavolo talking about something, but he knew that look on the prince’s face, he had seen it on multiple other beings and one he had been given you for the past few weeks; Diavolo also had feelings for you. Dread immediately filled his stomach as he quickly went back to the kitchen setting the tray down he slammed his hands down on the counter. He couldn’t breathe; ringing filled his ears as his hands tightly clenched the marble beneath them. After about a minute and the feelings passed he left out a heavy choked breathe. After he was able to get his breathing under control he sighed.

You, you have no idea how much he loves you, his days had become so much brighter since you had come to the devildom; he would be willing to fight the three realms to have you. But with somebody like his young lord courting you he can’t even compete, he was just..a butler in comparison, one who couldn’t give you the attention and care you deserved. No matter how much he wanted you, he couldn’t have you. Sighing he gently gathered the tray again and walked towards the pair with his usual slime on his face

“Young lord, would you like to join me and Y/N for our tea time today?”

He asked but just as diavolo was about to interject barbatos interrupted

“Please my lord, i insist”

Unable to argue with his butler diavolo nodded, barbatos led them to the royal guardians as he heard the chatter amongst the transfer student and the prince in the back before he started to set the table for the two of them. Setting down two cups of tea and a tower of sweets he left the two of them to their devices as he went to go clean up the kitchen. As he washed the dishes he sighed, he wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t hurt; but maybe there was a timeline where you were together and that would have to satisfy him. Since if you and his lord were happy in this timeline that was how it would have to be, since he was a butler; and his masters needs came before his own.

#obey me barbatos #obey me angst #obey me fic #barbatos x mc #barb has a breakdown but it’s okay #this took a lot longer than i thought it would #one sided crush #oh look it’s time to yearn

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jinkicake · 2 years

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DHDHFHDH NO BC LITERALLY!!! LOVE THAT THEY KINDA GOT THE SAME POWERS GIORNO GIVES SADISTIC SOFT DOM VIBES LIKE EHS DEGRADING YOU BUT SOFT~

“Aw, cmon sweetheart you can take more cant you? You wanted to be my good little whore right? You can handle this” and you’re literally delirious 🥵🥵

Barbatos don’t cut corners, sharp like a paper cut he will tease you but he’s always to the point

“ you’ve been misbehaving all evening, so I have to punish you to keep you in line. You’ll take what’s coming. Do you understand me?”

WHEW EVERYTIME I SEE BARB IM LIKE RIDING MY PHONE SCREEN😭💕 like damn what a man!!

I need to see dia in heat also like pls let him loose control. We’ve seen him be an asshole but I want him totally agressive! Like he’s glaring hard enough to have you burst into flames. His grip on you is so strong you know you’re gunna have bruises n shit😫 like there is no hint of amusement or regular dia in his voice. He’s just like “ I need to fuck you right now I don’t care who’s watching.” And takes you over the meeting table. Preferably with Lucifer and bath there🥰🥰 like imagine him being in such a bad mood and Barb lets you in bc Lucifer forgot paper or sim and dia just bends you over and rails you and demands that the both join in. Saw someone say he would be so excited to fuck mc bc it’s “ pushing humanity to the brink and testing their limits” and wheeeew I’m so down like he really started that exchange program to fuck humans. God imagine the devildom citizens finding out their equivalent of the government has a in a humans harem😭😭😭

(( Also imma send you this art that has me arching my back bc wheeeew dia is too damn fine and Lucifer has me on my knees mouth wide tf open))

LET ME TELL YOUUUUUUUUUUU.... the tumblr writers EAT with yandere giorno like if you ever need a light read, I recommend that tag because WOW.... WOW. Don't get me wrong,, I love his father more but don giorno has a special place in my heart!!! so yes soft dom vibes ALL THE WAY! that single line has me walking into walls like knees weak,,,,

BARBATOS PLSSS if you need me ill be on the barbatos smut tag for the rest of the evening like bitch punish me all you want! I WANT YOU TO! hes so hot i don't understand hes so bland and serious but that makes me want him MORE?!

im literally sweating at the thought of a diavolo smut that INCLUDES barbatos and lucifer..... my fingers are shaking,,, it's not a want. it's a need like i need it happenign to me RIGHT NOW!! no literally, the demons wanted to get their hands on a human and that's why they started the exhacnge program and it worked bc here I am!!!

that art that you sent me genuinely had my ass in tears like i was staring at it so hard and for so long.... I COULD NOT take my eyes off of it.... if we ever got a smut like that, my gawd... its so hot. THAT REMINDS ME. HAVE YOU READ THIS ONE ABBA X READER X BRUNO SMUT THAT HAS THAT EXACT POSITION IM GONNA VOMIT ITS SO GOOODFARIUHEUIFH

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

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eveningstar1516 · 3 years

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 2

Rise of the Demon King

AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously:

“Alright. Sorry, Solomon, I’ll see you tonight right?”

“Of course. See you tonight.”

With that, he said his goodbyes to both Barbatos and I, then left. I took a deep breath and followed Barb into the palace.

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CHAPTER 2 - Meeting the King (1,626 words)

“Barb?”

“Yes?”

“Why does the king want to see me?”

“Honestly I’m not sure..”

“Umm, what’s he like? I’m a little scared of meeting him.”

Barbatos turns to me cupping my cheek gently as if to reassure me.

“Honestly, he looks scarier than he really is. You don’t have any reason to be nervous. He may not be like Lord Diavolo but all he requires is for you to be respectful. I have the utmost confidence that you will be just fine. It’s not just you by yourself either, the brothers, as well as my Lord and I, will also be present.”

“Thank you Barb” I gently leaned into his hand cupping it with my own.

“As long as the rest of you are with me, I’ll be fine.” A small smile formed on my face as he let go and continued walking. We stopped in front of the west sitting room. After knocking twice Barbatos let us in. The king sat on a raised dais. Diavolo was kneeling on a cushion to his right. Lucifer was on his right with the brothers sitting in accordance to their rank with a spot free in the center. Not really knowing what to do, I decided to bow from the waist and address the king.

“Your Highness”

“Sit”

“Thank you your Highness” I walked over and knelt down mimicking the brothers' postures best I could with my gaze respectfully lowered as the king began speaking.

“Y/N, correct?”

“Yes my king.”

“I have heard a great deal about you from both my son and his Lords. Tell me Y/N, what makes you, a human with little talent for magic so special?”

Taking a breath, I thought about it for a little. Thought about how the brothers were when we first met. How overtime each one of them started to warm up to me. I thought about Mammon and the schemes we pulled off together. The all-nighters Levi and I would pull when he found a new game or anime to binge. The countless hours I would spend reading with Satan and the book talks we had afterwards. The spa days I’d have with Asmo. The number of times I’d try to stop Beel from raiding the fridge only to join him instead. The strange places I’d find Belphie napping and trying to get him to move, only to end up being pulled down and start napping alongside him. The endless genuinely terrible but always-proved-to-be-a-fun-time ideas I humoured Dia with. The times where Barb would make time to teach me how to make different Devildom desserts. How Lu started out being so cold. Only caring about me because I was Diavolo’s exchange student. Now though, he learned to accept me into his family. The late-night talks we had in his study, watching the fire and talking about everything and nothing. Our time to unwind. Away from his brothers. Away from Diavolo’s crazy ideas. Away from our responsibilities. Just Lucifer the demon and me, Y/N, the human who managed to wind their way into the hearts of 9 of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Meeting the eyes of each of the demons in the room, I turned to the king.

“I’m not. I’m not special because of any abilities that I may have, or how strong I am as the weaker species. I’m nothing more than a human who was thrust into the world of demons, over time connecting with them and accepting them as the demons they are. As a family I never had and over time, they accepted me as well. Not as a weak human, but as the human that accepted them not for their status or power but for their personalities and love for each other. I’m not special, I just accepted them for who they are, flaws and all.” After I finished speaking I looked at each of the brothers noticing that some of them had tears in their eyes. Asmo who was seated next to me threw his arms around my shoulders in a hug. Dia looked so happy I thought he’d jump up and hug me at any moment, and Barb had the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen on him. I then turned back to the king.

“It seems you’ve made quite the impact here during your short time in the Devildom. I can’t say I approve of my strongest demons turning soft for a human, although it seems I can’t do much about that seeing as how you are pacted with 7 of them correct?” The king questioned with a hard look in his eyes.

“Y-yes that is true. I have made pacts with the 7 brothers.” I replied tentatively. At once, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. The temperature dropped and the king was emitting a very strong aura. Had I not been used to Lucifers or Diavolo's aura’s whenever they would get upset I might have fainted from the king’s. Instead, I just felt a cold shiver and the gravity alter ever so slightly. Looking at the brothers, I realized they all had a look between fear and dread for what might happen next.

“Tell me Y/N, why should I allow you, a mere human to hold such power over 7 of my most powerful demons?”

“Father, there is no need for this. Those pacts were made with the consent of the brothers. They weren’t forced into them and Y/N has never abused them. They serve as protection for them and the symbol of a deep bond between them and the brothers. There isn’t a reason to -”

“Silence Diavolo. I have humoured you by allowing this program of yours. However, we are still demons. It doesn’t matter how things are now, humans have no place here nor do they have a right to hold this much power over this many powerful individuals. It doesn’t matter to me how close this human is to you or the Lords. In my eyes, the power they have pose a threat to the crown and the Devildom. I did not raise you to be soft hearted to something so weak!”

My face paled and I started feeling lightheaded at the implications of the king's words. Diavolo visibly winced at those words. Asmo held onto my hand a little tighter and before the king could continue, Mammon spoke up with a look of disdain on his face.

“With all due respect your Highness, none of that is true! Y/N may just be a human but that doesn’t mean they're a threat!” Lucifer immediately interjected, reeling Mammon in trying to save his brother before he dug the hole even deeper.

“My apologies your Highness. Mammon can get quite protective over Y/N. I assure you he won’t speak out of turn again.” The king narrowed his eyes at Lucifer then Mammon as if he was debating whether or whether not to punish them both here and now. Eventually, he turned back to me.

“Your pacts with the brothers will be dissolved and you will not be allowed back into the Devildom. I am showing you mercy and allowing you to keep one pact as the brothers have claimed your soul and they are entitled to at least that much. Be grateful that I’m allowing you to leave with your life at all.” He stared right through me as he said those words watching my expression change with his words. It’s as if a switch got flipped and every brother lost it while Diavolo and Barbatos looked at the scene then each other in what can only be described as impending horror.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

“WE MADE THOSE PACTS, YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM AWAY!”

“THEY CAN’T LEAVE!”

“NO WAY!”

Each of the brothers save for Lucifer who’s also looking at the scene in shock started yelling out trying to protect me.

“My Liege, the bonds we made with Y/N were our choice and we trust them with it. They have helped all of us time and time again. We cannot ju-”

“Enough” I activated my pacts and silenced him and the rest of the brothers with a whisper. I looked directly into the king's eyes.

“I won’t be dissolving my pacts. They were forged out of love and loyalty. I will not let them go unless they do first. They may be your Lords but they are my family. I will not be leaving them nor will I choose one over the rest. These bonds are our choice and not once have I ever abused them. It is as Lord Diavolo said, they represent the deep bonds I have made with each of them and no one can get rid of them!” I stared at the king with the most hardened gaze I could muster as I protected the brothers. “They are my family and you can not separate us!”

“Y/N…” Asmo said in disbelief as he wrapped his arms around me burying his face into my neck as the rest of the brothers slowly made their way over to me.

“Y/N is right. They became a part of our family. The pacts symbolize our deep bonds, ones that we will never break.” Satan said calmly though anyone who knew him would know he was anything but. The king smiled though it was anything but comforting as he slowly stood. Diavolo and Barbatos slowly backed up in shock.

“It seems you 7 forgot that you don’t dictate what goes on here. You are but a guest to the Devildom and the Sins, my subjects. MAKE NO MISTAKE! I AM YOUR KING AND YOU LOT ARE NOTHING!”

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smalltownfae · 2 years

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There's that thing called the try one chapter tag and that is already what I do before buying books and checking if I want them on my wishlist so... here are the ones I never heard of before today suggested from two booktubers I found.

The Barbed Coil by J.V. Jones: "The one who would soon be king ran naked through the woods" sure is an hell of a first line. That said I don't think this one is for me because I think it's portal fantasy and as always the contemporary elements of cars and phones don't mix well with the magic in my head. Pass.

A Conspiracy of Truths by Alexandra Rowland: My first thought was "isn't this the author from that Scott Lynch and Elizabeth Bear case?" Yes, yes she is. I didn't particularly like the writing style :x Pass.

The One Kingdom by Sean Russell: Hmm I am not impressed. Sounded a bit stereotypical for the fantasy genre. Pass.

An Illusion of Thieves by Cate Glass: Sounds alright. I will consider it and check it better later.

The Lost Queen by Signe Pike: First person perspective! Yes, I enjoyed this. I am predictable and the guy said this was similar to "Daughter of the Forest" by Marillier. So far, my fav of the ones I tried. YES.

Cold Magic by Kate Elliott: One more first person perspective book! This one also seems to have stories within a story which is nice. I also enjoyed it but not as much as the former. YES.

Devlin's Luck by Patricia Bray: I am not a fan of these names, but it sounds sort of interesting and I like the writing style. I will have to make up my mind some other day.

Fires of the Faithful by Naomi Kritzer: Not the greatest first impression but it has a w|w couple so I will have to think about it later.

The Butcher's Hook by Janet Ellis: One more first person pov. These get me way quicker than other choices tbh. If I remember well this was the book said to have an unlikeable female mc and I love those when done well. So far, the writing is just fine, but I am intrigued enough. Will check better another day too.

#books #preview test

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the-karma-cafe · 4 years

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drunk!reader x obey me

a/n: i said, yknow what ? i am gonna simp for every goddamn character in this game. so naturally my hand slipped n i wrote mindless stuff for all of them. sorry for the weird jumping around - i wanted to get to as many characters as i could

My head slowly nodded above the counter, the alcohol taking hold of my body. I hummed, gulping down the last of my drink.

I felt something touch my hair and I looked over, squinting at the person beside me. “Asmo?” I asked.

“Aww, looks like someone can’t hold their drink, hm?” Asmodeus cooed, twirling a strand of my hair around his slender finger.

I mustered up a small smile. “You got me.” I lifted up my head to look around at everyone else. They sat at different places in the room, but all mingled happily in varying degrees of intoxication.

I went to prop up my head with my hand, missing the first time. “You’re all so pretty. I dunno how I function most of the time.”

Asmo blinked, watching me carefully. “Who do you think is the prettiest?”

I gave a short laugh. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that one.”

“Whaat~! If not me then who!” He whined loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the others.

I felt an arm come to a rest on my head none too gently. My head stumbled from its perch on my hand and I glared up at the offending demon. Mammon grinned down at me, “Figures you’d get drunk first, MC.”

I fingered his tie before abruptly pulling him down to my eye level. “Wanna say that to my face?”

Bright red filled his cheeks, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Uh,” he started smartly.

Asmodeus clapped gleefully. “Ooh~ They’re sexy when they’re drunk. We should do this more often.”

I ignored him, releasing Mammon from my hold and ruffling his hair instead. So soft... “I’m teasing. ‘Course I’d be the first to go off the deep end.” I giggled softly.

His blush only increased. He cleared his throat, backing away from me. “Right, heh, I knew that. As if you could intimidate the great Mammon anyway.” He scoffed, looking away to take a deep swig of his drink.

Barbatos appeared in front of us from behind the bar. He smiled kindly. “Looks like I’ll be cutting you off for the night.” He swiped my glass from me to go clean it.

“Wha~!” I whined at him, making grabby motions for my glass. “That’s not fair, everyone else gets theirs!”

“You’re starting to sound like Levi.” Belphie yawned, taking my hand lightly. His thumb smoothed slow circles over the back, calming me slightly.

I smiled up at him wordlessly, a little dazed, squeezing his hand back.

Levi frowned in response, muttering something like, “I don’t sound like that,” but was ignored.

Barbatos turned back around, cleaning the glass with a rag. “I’m afraid that’s just the way it is! Diavolo’s orders.”

I smiled shyly, walking my fingers across the counter towards him. “Any way I could convince you?”

Mammon did a spit-take and Barbatos’s eyes widened. An amused smile teased his lips. He gently grasped my hand, pulling it up to his face. He brushed a kiss across my knuckles, winking. “Maybe another time, MC.”

Mammon shouted nonsense in the background. Pink dusted across my features. “Oho, I see you, Barb~” I fluttered my fingers at him.

He straightened up and nodded politely, returning to the sink behind him.

A spoon poked my cheek. I frowned, glancing to my side. Asmodeus was gone and had been replaced by Beelzebub. A bowl of steaming soup sat in front of him. He looked at me expectantly.

I sniffed it. It smelled heavenly. I took the spoon into my mouth, greedily drinking its contents. Beel smiled approvingly. Mammon almost burst a blood vessel behind us, being held back by Asmodeus. “What is that?” I asked, intrigued.

He took another sip. “Soup. Barbatos said the stuff in it helps prevent hangovers. Figured you’d need some.”

“Awww~” I leaned closer. “You take such good care of me, Beel. What would I do without you?”

His eyes glanced from his soup to my eyes to my lips. “Um,” he muttered. “Probably be hungry.”

I smiled fondly, tapping his nose lightly. “You’re adorable.”

A light blush rose in his cheeks. “Oh.. thank you. You… look tasty?”

It was my turn to blush. I knew he didn’t register that remark as anything other than food-related but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from snaking into my mind. I smirked, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Wanna find out?”

His eyes widened and his lips parted to say something, but he was interrupted by a rather loud slap. I whirled around, or tried, to see Satan hitting Mammon upside the head. “Be quiet, what’s all the fuss about?”

I giggled, drawing his attention. His gaze softened. “Ah, I see. And here you said you were going to control yourself tonight.”

I pushed up from my seat, wobbling slightly. His hands jumped to steady me. I smiled gratefully, bringing my arms up to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Satan~” I chuckled. “Pfft, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

The faintest blush decorated his cheeks, his hands finding my waist. “I can’t imagine why.” He teased, cracking a smile.

I squealed, bringing my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “You’re so cute!! Gah, I can’t take it.” His blush darkened a bit, his head slightly leaning into my touch. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nope! Can’t take that much cuteness at once. Sorry~”

I felt him rumble with laughter. “I can’t really take offense to that.”

He glanced up to see Lucifer marching over, a particularly murderous look on his face. Satan’s smile curled into an impish grin. He pulled me close without warning, earning a small yelp from me. My hands flew from his face to behind him, grasping at the back of his neck for stability. My eyes snapped open to stare up at him. My face turned redder than it already was. “Well I know I didn’t just get a hug for no reason.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching curiously as his eyes slightly lulled close at the touch. “What’s the occasion?”

He smirked, “Guess.”

I turned in his grasp to see Lucifer walking towards us. I smiled toothily, waving at the stronger demon. “Hey-o, Lucy~”

Lucifer paused in his tracks, staring at me incredulously. Mammon burst out laughing. “Lucy! Hah, that’s rich!” Levi and Asmodeus shared in his laughter. A couple of the others hid grins of their own.

Satan squeezed me lightly. “Cute.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered, involuntarily leaning towards his warmth.

Lucifer resumed his angry stride. I squinted, barely seeing an outline of purple around him. He approached Satan and cleared his throat. Apparently, he didn’t have an idea for what to do when he actually got here. Satan smirked. “What, you want ‘em?”

He nodded. “Clearly you all cannot be trusted with them.” He grabbed my arm, twirling me into his chest. I thudded against him, my hands feeling at his chest in wonder. Is Lucy just rock? Are all demons made of rock? Is Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson a demon? No way, he’s too pure for that… or is he……… “I will take them back to their room.”

I snapped from my thoughts at that. “No!” I protested, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna stay!”

Lucifer peered down at me, thinly-veiled concern clouding his gaze. “You must be tired?” He asked.

I shook my head wildly, pinning him with a pleading look. His expression and grasp on me softened further as I ran my hands up his chest. “No! Super awake. Please let me stay. Pleeeaaase~?” I wheedled, hoping puppy-dog eyes worked on him.

Lucifer held my gaze for a beat, his eyes tracing my features worriedly, before sighing in acquiescence. I hopped up happily, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping him up in a hug. “Thank you, Lucy~” I cooed into his ear, feeling him shudder a bit beneath me. He patted my back mechanically and I pulled away, my eyes settling on Diavolo a bit behind Lucifer.

“Deee-ah-vo-lo~” I grinned, skipping up to him.

His eyes sparkled with interest as he considered me. “Yes, MC? You’re enjoying your time here this evening, I take it?”

I nodded brightly “Of course I am.” I paused, biting my lip. “I wish I got to see you more often, Dee.”

He blinked. “Dee?” He echoed.

My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Diavolo is such a mouthful I’ve taken to just referring to you as ‘Dee’ in my head. I’m so sorry!”

Diavolo chuckled goodnaturedly. “That’s fine, MC. It’s a cute nickname.”

“For a cute demon.” I winked.

He nodded, playing along. “Precisely.”

“What, he gets a cute nickname but I don’t?” Levi muttered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear, although I doubted that was intentional. I turned and advanced on him. He blinked in surprise, slightly red at the attention. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”

I nodded, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Yep! But worry not! You already have a cute nickname, Levi-chan.” I affectionately tacked on the honorific. This pacified him slightly.

“That does sound cuter.” He nodded approvingly.

I held up a hand. “Of course it does!” Levi’s eyes brightened as he slapped my hand in a high-five. His following fist pump of victory launched him into a spiel about his newest animated obsession.

Solomon and Simeon approached, polite smiles decorating their handsome features. I nearly swooned. “Hello, MC.” Simeon greeted, his eyes dancing mirthfully over my current state.

I nodded weakly. “You guys are very pretty.”

Solomon’s eyebrows raised at that. “Not the greeting I expected, but,” he smoothed his features over, “not unwelcome~” he teased.

Simeon chuckled. “Aren’t you charming. It’s taking a lot to resist inviting you up to my room tonight~”

My face glowed red. “O-Oh, holy shit you are way too attractive for me to know how to respond to that coolly.”

He barked a laugh. “You’ll always be cool to me, MC.”

“Thank you!”

Mammon broke free of Asmo’s grasp and interrupted the conversation, circling me in his arms. “No touchin’! Grrr!” He growled at the non-demons.

I tugged at Mammon’s tie again, making him squeak a bit. He bent over my shoulder. “What’d I do this time!” I turned my head to face him.

And promptly pressed a kiss to his lips.

My stomach somersaulted, either from the alcohol or the kiss. Some whoops could be heard around us, mostly from Simeon and Diavolo. Mammon sprang into action, bringing me closer to him, his hands finding my waist. I played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him hum happily in response.

A hand pulled Mammon from me. Lucifer frowned at him disapprovingly. Mammon’s expression was downright giddy. “I got a kiss.” He boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. “None o’ y’all can say that, heh!”

Satan spoke up from his seat on the couch next to us. “Well I definitely won’t be bested by you.” He seized my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise. One of his slender fingers guided my chin up towards his face.

His eyes glittered as he looked down at me. “Can I kiss you, MC?” I nodded eagerly. He poorly hid his victorious smirk and caught my lips with his. I melted in his embrace, shifting on him to card my fingers through his hair.

Mammon shrieked in dismay beside us.

Thin but strong arms pried me off of Satan. I sighed at the loss. “What was that for~” I whined, “put me back.” I made grabby hands at Satan. He was blushing! He smiled, waggling his fingers at me.

My attacker whirled me around, almost making me nauseous. Asmodeus faced me, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t tell me you think Satan is the prettiest of all of us. I mean, c’mon, MC! Look at me!” He gestured at himself confidently. “I bet you want a kiss from me, too, huh?”

I shrugged. “I’ll kiss anyone here.”

His eyes widened at this. “Really?”

“Have you seen the people here? Is that rhetorical?”

“Point taken!” He laughed. “Free MC kisses!” He shouted to the group, earning some head-turns. Mammon sulked in the corner, growing mushrooms.

Asmodeus cupped my face sweetly. “Aww, you look so cute with your face all red like this.” His face neared and he pressed our lips together. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, a welcome outcome for me, but was pushed aside. “Hey I wasn’t done~!” He complained.

Before me was Beel. He held up another spoonful of soup. “Less kissing, more eating.”

I grinned. “If I take another bite will you kiss me?” I spoke mostly just to tease him. Mostly.

He blinked, growing pink again. “Oh… alright.” He fed me another spoonful, his lips following the hot soup soon after. I hummed into him. Delicious. I tugged at his jacket, desperate for more. He indulged me, but kept the soup level in his hand behind me. His tongue slipped into my mouth curiously and I gasped, pulling away from him when I remembered the people watching. He frowned at the loss, licking his lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”

I laughed. “Pretty sure that’s just the soup, but thanks.”

“That’s enough.” A gruff voice spoke up. I felt my world spin as I was swept into someone’s arms. Lucifer held me bridal style. “This ridiculous game ends now. I am putting MC to bed.”

Some boos resounded throughout the room and I giggled, waving to no one in particular. “I’ll kiss you later~!” I reassured everyone. I earned whoops in response and grinned widely.

Lucifer scoffed and swept me from the room.

It was much quieter outside and I felt the fatigue of the night start to set in. I yawned, readjusting in his arms. My eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t mind, do ya, Luce?”

He glanced down at me fondly. “Of course not.” He whispered so softly I barely caught it.

I smiled in response. “Yer just a big softie. Y’ain’t slick.”

His chest grew a bit rigid against me. “I am not.. a ‘softie.’”

“Mhm.”

Lucifer frowned at that. He nudged open the door to my room and cast me on the bed unceremoniously. “Oof!” I looked up at him through lidded eyes. “That could’ve been sweeter.”

He grinned condescendingly. “I did say I wasn’t a softie.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mere ya big softie.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him down to my level. He made a small noise of surprise in his throat, his gaze catching mine. I grinned impishly. “Aw, I’ve got you right where I want you. Now what’re you gonna do?”

A low growl bubbled up from his chest. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed atop me in one swift movement. I gasped. His face was even closer to mine now, a confident smirk twisting his lips. “I should be the one saying that.”

My eyes dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”

He chuckled. “You’ve been doing a lot of that tonight, are you sure you can handle more?”

I scoffed. “It’s a kiss not sex I think I’ll be oka-“

He cut me off with a searing kiss and I sighed into his mouth happily. I could fall asleep like this. Another wave of fatigue washed over me. Oh… I am going to fall asleep like this.

As if reading my mind, Lucifer parted from me. “I’ll have someone bring you something in the morning for your hangover.” My eyes slid shut and I hummed noncommittally. I felt his soft lips touch my forehead and I smiled, snuggling into my sheets.

“Goodnight, MC.”

a/n: can you tell who my favorites are dskfh

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Day 2 of Jumin x MC week: Realisations/ Enemies to Lovers Ahhh Jumin and MC…. how they detest each other…

They hated each other from the moment they saw each other, they both agreed on that much at least. How Jihyun could have a friend like –him - her-… they just couldn’t understand. The sooner he got rid of –him! – her!- the better!

Jihyun met Jumin when they were barely 5 years old, they had history and came from similar backgrounds and upbringings. They shared everyday together in lessons and then spent time after school at each other’s houses. Jihyun met MC when they both first attended a summer art’s camp together, a tomboy caked in mud who played the drums and liked to run around and play. They shared a month of fun and creativity before they were forced to part.

And that would have been fine. Jumin could have accepted that… EXCEPT SHE DIDN’T STAY AWAY. In fact, she asked her parents to move so that she could attend their school because she made a great friend at camp… the girl must have been into witchcraft or something because her parents had agreed. Instead of a Summer friend that only had him for one month at a time- he was forced to share his friend with this classless wench, who made Jihyun laugh so hard his juice would spurt from his nose, made his cheeks hurt from smiling too much and liked to run around and play rough and tumble games that he deplored. What Jumin didn’t realise was that MC hated sharing her best friend with an uptight little boy who could share deep and meaningful conversations about art and classical music with him, knew his family so well he could call them his own if he so wished and she detested the idea that the two were so close they could seem to communicate without even talking.

The two shared pieces of Jihyun and they often wondered who had more of him? Who had more of his heart? More of his time? He was –his! – her!- best friend, and these spoilt children were not fond of sharing.

It was quite fortunate that MC had other friends who attended the academy as well, otherwise the two would have been at each other’s throats every day. It was bad enough that sometimes Jihyun would invite her over to sit with them for lunch or offer her a ride home in his town car when hers was stuck in traffic. He would be stuck smelling her perfume long after she was gone. He hated that. Her godforsaken scent would linger in the air and he was convinced that it stuck in his clothes. It made him feel ill and angry and left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. When would he ever be rid of this foul woman?

She really loved Jihyun, he was like the brother she never had. He was sweet and funny and so full of life- it was unfathomable that his other best friend was such a douche. Honestly. Whenever she saw Jumin from across the yard or had to sit at the same table with him because Jihyun had called him over (it was almost like the boy had no other friends!) it felt like the temperature would cool by at least 5 degrees whenever he was near; his cold, icy demeanour enough to freeze a flame. He was always short with her, rude and dismissive- so she would treat him the exact same way. MC didn’t want to at first, she had hoped they could all be friends, though she later admitted that idea was beyond hope. Eventually the mere idea of even being friendly with that jerk made her want to wretch. She didn’t care if half her friends were in love with him and said he was a true gentleman, she had seen the ugliness beneath that polished, handsome exterior and she did not like was she saw.

Over the years, they had managed a silently agreed upon truce… whenever they were all around each other, they would be civil. They were grown up enough to do that at the very least, but the moment they were left alone without Jihyun to be their buffer their barbed tongues and caustic words would lash out at every which way, no holds barred. They had fine tuned their utter disdain for each other into softly spoken words of insults and behind smiles and laughter, a rivalry fit for polite society. As unpleasant as it was it seemed to be working for them… until….

“What do you mean you can’t go to Australia for the holidays?” MC cried over the phone, staring at her already packed bag. They were supposed to leave the next day, what had happened to change their plans so drastically? “We were meant to go snowboarding in the Blue Mountains! Go climb the Harbour Bridge! Sit on the windows of the Puffing Billy train and let our arms and legs skim along the trees and their leaves?!” “I’m so sorry MC,” he coughed on the other line, his breathing wheezing and rattling, every word he spoke sounded like it took a year off his life to say. “You know I want to go, but the doctor said that the journey there would only make me sicker. I’d be hotel ridden for more than half of our trip- I don’t want to hold you back-” “I don’t mind! I’ll keep you company!” she bargained, knowing full well that what she was saying was absurd.

“Thank you, but don’t worry about me you should go, please.” MC pouted as she looked over to her cute winter coat and beanie that she had prepared to wear on the plane so she was ready to face the winter weather of Sydney and then Melbourne. Her eyes landed on a small blue teddy bear that V had given her when they were only… what… 11? Told her that if she ever felt lonely to give this bear a hug and it would just be like him giving her a hug- it wasn’t, he was just being a sappy idiot, but she hugged it nonetheless. “Well Mr. Hyun- Hyun, want to come to Australia?”

She arrived at the hangar that Jihyun had told her to go to and climbed up the steel staircase, the metal hot under her palm. She had failed to notice the large C & R logo emblazoned on the tail, otherwise she would have never gone up the first step. “You?” she screeched at the 17-year-old Jumin, a sleeping mask already over his eyes to block out the light. Jumin stared at her apathetically like she was a fly that had stowed away on the cabin, then he replaced the mask back over his eyes. “You,” he replied, unimpressed. “What are… what are you doing here?” “This is my father’s plane. I belong here.” “But this is the plane Jihyun told me to go to for our trip to Austral-…” “Caught on then?”

“Did Jihyun organise this? Did he make you come with me?” “Hardly. As if he could. I was already coming with you. The only difference is that now, we are one friend short.”

MC could feel her stomach turn at the prospect of having to spend a whole month with the most disagreeable person she could think of. She’d only seen him smile maybe, four times in all the years she’d known him, she was undoubtedly going to have the worst time of her life. The last Summer vacation that she and Jihyun were going to share during High School was meant to be full of memories to remember, now her final summer vacation was going to be filled with memories she’d need therapy to forget.

It hadn’t been an hour and the girl had sighed forty-two times. Forty-two. At the rate she was going they would run out of oxygen on the plane before they reached their destination. He didn’t know how he was going to last another nine and a half hours with her without having to make up an alibi of where he was in the aircraft when she was strangled to death. Pondering his choices for a moment and realising that there was no way her could explain his fingerprints or DNA on her body, he decided to run a little experiment. One day he was going to be heir to one of the largest corporations in Korea, he would have to deal with and schmooze many people he didn’t like- or even hated- this month-long trip would be a perfect time to practise his skills in entertaining a guest he wanted nothing more than to open the emergency latch on and throw out of the plane. Mid flight. Without a parachute. Over an active volcano. If he could last the trip, he could win over anybody.

“The way I see it-” “Oh, I’m sorry are you talking to me?” she asked, her hand on her chest as she feigned surprise. “Yes. Who else would I be talking to?” he replied, his brow furrowing in irritation. This was not a good start. “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t think you thought I was real seeing as how you just turned over and went back to sleep the moment I came aboard,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Jumin groaned inwardly, remember your charm Jumin, your wit and your intelligence. Use them to your advantage.

“I… yes, I admit, as your host that was… very rude of me,” he apologised as he hung his head in mock apology, trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. “I shouldn’t have treated you as such, I am sorry.”

MC gawked at him dumbfounded. In the five years she had known Jumin he had never apologised to anyone, especially not to her, and he’d done some really nasty stuff to her growing up. She squinted at him, not knowing what he was playing at- he was up to something, she just knew it- hell, if he wanted to play nice for a little while, she could too. “I… I shouldn’t have been so rude to you when I came on either, I’m sorry too.”

Jumin smiled. MC nearly fell off the chair. MC smiled back and reached out her hand. Jumin wanted to slap it away, but took it nonetheless. He looked kinder, softer when he smiled- he should do it more often. She was warm and soft, comforting almost, he understood why so many people flocked to her.

Dear God… did I just think something nice about him?

Lord in heaven, she really was a witch.

They hadn’t expected their little plans to backfire in the most spectacular of ways. Once they started to pretend to be nice to each other, they couldn’t stop actually being genuinely nice. She wasn’t a harpy and he wasn’t a bore. Maybe, the trip wouldn’t be the nightmare they had thought it would be. It might actually be fun.

Turbulence struck out of nowhere and MC tried her best to pretend she wasn’t scared, she didn’t want to give Jumin any ammunition to use against her just in case; however, she couldn’t hide her gasps each time the plane would lurch or the way a small whine would escape her lips each time the plane would shake.

Jumin turned around to see the girl holding the armrest so tightly her fingers had gone white, her grasp on that ridiculous bear almost painful. A stir of pity swirled inside his gut as he watched her suffering, he may have been a lot of things but purposefully cruel was not something he wanted to add to his extensive repertoire. Ignoring the fasten seat belt sign that flashed at him, Jumin stood up and made his way a couple of seats back to where she sat with her eyes so tightly shut she didn’t notice he was beside her until he took her hand in his. MC automatically released her teddy bear and clung onto his long, slender fingers, unthinking of whether her grip hurt him or not.

“It’s going to be fine,” he soothed, squeezing back to show her he was right there with her. MC let out a choked breath as she opened her eyes, her lashes littered with little beads of her tears. “I’m sorry,” she croaked, unable to speak with fear, “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” “V would kill me if I left his friend alone while she’s distressed,” he replied, casually brushing off his act of kindness. “He would, wouldn’t he?” she smiled, imagining their friend go red in the face as he quietly lectured Jumin about being a good person and helping those in need, even when you didn’t like them. “He… he doesn’t get angry often, but when he does-” “It’s always for a good reason,” Jumin chuckled as he finished her sentence. “I always thought it was funny- I’ve always been bad in turbulence but travelling with Jihyun helped me forget about it, because he was always so bad at flying in general. He would start to sweat the moment he got on the plane, he would read and re-read the emergency procedure manual-” “One time we were going to Japan and he demanded to know where the life jackets were because they weren’t beneath the seats like in the commercial airlines- I had never seen him panic so badly!” Jumin laughed at the memory, his blue haired friend running up and down the plane at eight years old collecting all the spare life jackets and hoarding them beside him.

“I would hold his hand, for the entire flight. I learnt to eat with one hand on planes because Jihyun would never let my hand go,” she hummed as she stared at their joined hands, his thumb stroking the skin on the back of her hand in a soothing motion. “There was a time the turbulence was so bad he refused to let go of my hand, even when I said I needed to go to the bathroom. He looked me in the eye and told me he’d turn around while I went to the toilet… then I told him everyone would think we were trying to join the mile-high club and he let go, so fast-” she cackled, completely missing the dip the plane did as she laughed along with Jumin. They sat there for the remainder of the flight, regaling each other with funny stories that only they knew about their friend, providing insight and depth to a man they were already so fond of- it was… nice. “And then… I did the stupidest thing- I challenged him. Said he couldn’t keep even the hardiest of cacti alive, told him that I would believe he could babysit my pets when he took care of one cacti for one month- the boy was so damn adamant, he bought a whole nursery worth of cacti-” “You’re the reason for his damn cacti infatuation!” he yelled as he pointed at her accusingly, only to have MC grab his finger and cover it with her hand. “As if you can talk! That damned souvenir spoon you got for him during your trip to England started off a weird obsession! I think he’s got like 12 spoons now! FOR NO REASON!” she guffawed as she thought about the weird collection in his drawer.

“Alright, alright, how about we both just agree that we’ve managed to fundamentally detroy one aspect of V equally,” he joked, outstretching his hand yet again, smiling. MC instantly took his with both of her hands and shook it vigorously, grinning to match his. “That I can agree with. To screwing up our best friend!” she cheered lifting up her glass of sparkling water and clinking it against Jumin’s. “Here Here!”

And just like that- through their mutual love, admiration and unashamed destruction of their best friend’s character- did the two mortal enemies finally become, something like friends.

Spending time with each other was actually- nice. Pleasant even. Something neither of them had ever believed to be possible. Jumin gathered his courage and stepped into V’s shoes and to join MC on her walk up the bridge, even standing there in the gusting winds to take a photo with her and Mr Hyun Hyun (“So some part of Jihyun is with us Jumin!”). In turn she sat through an amazing version of Madame Butterfly at the Opera House, Mr Hyun Hyun sitting between them with a program between his paws and a smart monocle over his his button eye (“Very dashing Mr Hyun Hyun, your counterpart would highly approve of your outfit” “Jumin… did you just… compliment my bear?” “He’s well dressed. Why wouldn’t I?”)

During their train ride, Jumin had vehemently wanted to stay seated on his rather comfortable seat but MC had managed to charm him into sitting with her on the ledge, their thighs sandwiched between the bars of the window. They took so many selfies together, completely wrapped up in the scenery and each other… that she didn’t realise that Mr Hyun Hyun had come free from his perch where she had tied him to the railing, to be lost amongst the foliage of the forest forever. Once MC noticed she went into a mad panic, tears in her eyes and ripping at her hair at the loss of such a priceless gift from her friend; she had wanted to jump out of the moving train to reclaim her bear, a part of her childhood and friendship, only to be restrained by Jumin.

“Stop! Are you crazy?! Jihyun would be so furious at you for getting hurt over a stuffed bear! What are you thinking?!” he growled into her ear as she cried into his shoulder, just like a child who had lost their favourite toy. Even with his harsh words and biting tone, Jumin held her close and rubbed her back as she continued to wet his sweater with her tears. Her breathless sobs and the way she clung onto top him made his stomach turn, his own eyes prickling at her pain. Why were they both crying over a damn bear? Weren’t they heading off to University the next year? Preposterous!

MC sat outside away from the other passengers who had swarmed the gift shop upon their arrival back at the station. She pressed the heels of her palms into the sockets of her eyes to physically stop herself from crying as she took deep breaths of the cold air to cool herself off. She must have looked a mess. She always did when she cried.

MC felt the wooden bench creak as someone sat beside her, not too close but much closer than a stranger would normally sit next to someone. A soft weight was put onto her lap just as she pulled her hands away from her face. Sitting there inconspicuously as if it was always there, was a different but brilliant blue blear. MC could feel her lip wobble and her eyes start to water as she turned to Jumin, a small embarrassed smile on his face.

“I know it’s not Mr Hyun-Hyun-” “It’s perfect! I love it!” she swooned as she clutched the toy to her chest, his soft fur tickling her nose as she nuzzled it. She spun her head back to the ebony haired boy as he tried to slide something into a bag surreptitiously. “What’s that?” Jumin flushed a bright red as he dropped the bag and made some undiscernible noises in lieu of actual words. He was flustered! She had never seen him flustered! “N-nothing!” he replied after a moment, failing spectacularly at being unsuspicious. MC quirked an eyebrow up as she smiled, holding out her palm expectantly. She was envisioning candies or some embarrassing key chain saying “I’ve been on the Puffing Billy!” … not a dark grey bear with a smart little suit on like an old-fashioned train conductor. It was just too…

“Jumin… is this… is this you? Is this… for me?” she asked as she examined it closely, it’s bright beads for eyes gleaming in the afternoon sun. Jumin turned an even deeper shade of red as he moved further up the seat, his head turning away from her as he muttered a quiet ‘Yes’. MC grinned as she let her index finger run through the soft fur of the bear, as if she were caressing his fringe out of his face.

“I love it! I love him! This is amazing! Best gift ever!” she squealed as she held both bears to her chest, her legs kicking up one after the other like an excited little girl. Seeing her smile and laugh made the tightness in his stomach ease, his heart feel lighter and the corners of his mouth turn into a smile. She was infectious. “Do you hear that V-bear? You have Juju-B as your friend!”

“I beg your pardon!” he objected, spinning to face MC again. “You name him accordingly or I will take him back.” “But Juju-B stands for Juju Bear,” she whined as she held the bears together, moving them from side to side in a happy dance. “It’s not the ‘bear’ that’s the issue- either Jumin or J would suffice if you must shorten it,” he bristled as she nuzzled Juju on the nose, his body feeling like he was about to combust at the sight, like she was nuzzling him through the bear. “Fine, spoil sport. V-bear meet JB, JB meet V-bear.” “You’re a child.” “Cutest one you know!”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Thank you Jumin, I really appreciate it. Thank you for everything.”

When she leant in for a hug that time, without the reason of needing comfort, Jumin felt his heart skip, her perfume once so offensive- now calming, familiar, wanted.

When V looked over their photos from the trip he couldn’t help but laugh. His idiot friends may not have noticed but he did, he was a photographer- it was his job to notice things. The space between them had once been enough to fit him standing in between them, though by the end of the trip they were so close together that not even air could slip through. They always had their hands all over each other, draped over a shoulder, slung around a waist or even touching the other’s face (okay yes, to encourage them to make a stupid face at the camera but the Jumin and MC he knew would have gnawed their hands off at the wrist before touching each other.) The trip was good for them. He was very happy to have spent it alone in his room reading, completely healthy.

He figured they were either going to come back from this trip the best of friends or come back with a burning hate in their souls vowing vengeance… which in his experience of the last five years would have been only slightly more exasperating. Turns out, they came back from the trip the best of… the best. Now if only they could see it themselves.

V chuckled as he saw a blurry photo that only Jumin could have taken, MC asleep on the way back to Korea, a little black suited bear firmly in her grasp, the little blue bear still poking out of her handbag.

My friends are idiots.

“So did you hear, V finally got himself a girlfriend,” MC remarked as they sat in the park to eat lunch between their classes in University. It was odd not seeing each other everyday during school so they decided they would catch up for lunch and study together at Jumin’s house since his father was never home and he had the more extensive library. “Mhmm, Rika’s her name- I’ve met her a few times, she’s nice,” he replied after he swallowed a bite of his food, dabbing at the corner of his lips with a napkin. “Ahh Rika and V, aren’t you scared that she’s going to steal him away from you?” she teased knowingly, waiting to see the unimpressed look he so often gave her when she teased him. Ahh there it is! Right on cue Juju, right on cue.

“Well if you didn’t manage to completely steal my best friend from me, I don’t think I have anything to worry about,” he admitted as he dropped a cut of his meal onto her plate, knowing that she loved this particular chicken dish his chef had packed for them. “I could have stolen him, if I really wanted you know,” she pouted as shoved the piece he cut off into her mouth, trying her best not to moan at the delicious flavours that dances across her palate. “But I didn’t want to leave you all alone, that would have been too sad Juju.”

“Right. Be that as it may. He is my friend, my best friend-” “One of your best friends-” she corrected. “Yes, fine, one of my best friends. I just want to see him happy,” he said decisively, thinking his friend seemed a little lonelier now that he and MC were off to University without him and spending more time together. It would be good for him to have someone like he had with… what the hell was he thinking?

MC nodded as she chewed, thinking over what Jumin had said; it was true, Jihyun deserved to have as much happiness in his life and she knew that he would make the very best boyfriend. He was kind and attentive, calm and had a good heart- just like Jumin.

“He’s taking her hiking so they can take photos together,” Jumin added to kill the silence between them, both overthinking and ruminating over their unspoken thoughts. “First dates should be about getting to know each other, sitting down, drinking a fine wine and good food-” “Oh that sounds nice! We should do that! We should all go on a double date with them!” she quipped excitedly, not quite realising what she had said. It only took a second before her words came back to her, the horror flashing over her face. Had she labelled them as a couple? They weren’t even dating! They were friends! Just. Friends. She looked over to Jumin who had stopped mid-way from cutting another piece of chicken off to give to her, his expression stoic and seemingly unfazed. Inside he was screaming. They were friends. Just, friends.

“I… I just realised the time… I’m so sorry Jumin, I have to go… running late for a lab… I’ll… I’ll see you!” she lied as she quickly packed up her things and ran off into the crowd, hoping to gain some distance before he ran after her to drill it into her thick head that they were only friends, nothing more, never would be.

MC stopped abruptly, almost causing another student to crash into her.

Why did it hurt to think they would never be anything more? They were in a good place as it was, they hung out, laughed and understood each other. So what if he never held her apart from a platonic hug? So what if he never caressed her face with those beautiful hands of his? So what if those plump lips of his never graced her own? Never tasted her skin? Never whispered sweet nothings into her ear?

So what?

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

She wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted more.

She wanted him. MC didn’t know when she had stopped thinking of Jumin as a friend, didn’t care when her heart had decided upon betraying her. All she knew was now that she knew, she couldn’t just forget. She was in love with him, utterly and completely, and that was terrifying.

She didn’t want to lose her best friend.

… One of her best friends.

Jumin hadn’t attended the rest of his classes. Which was odd. He went when he was told that his father was about to have a trial separation from his stepmother. He went when he was near delirious with fever. He went even during a blistering heat wave, only he and his professor were the ones in class. So for him to not attend, something catastrophic must have happened.

But no, he was stuck on the ground, the food that they were eating still spread around him and starting to attract insects. He didn’t even care. His mind was reeling, a thousand thoughts bombarding him, his brain unable to keep up with each train of thought that raced through his head.

Double date? She said that right? For me and her to go on a double date with V and Rika. I’m sure that’s what she said. Perhaps she meant it platonically? Yes, she must have. She doesn’t think of me that way. Nor I her. We’re just friends. Best of friends. Closer than most. Nothing wrong with that… no of course not. Double date? Could that mean something other than the normal meaning? I know how people like to add double entendre to things, perhaps this was the case? Maybe I should ask someone else what they think it means…

When Jumin finally walked through the front door, the head of staff greeted him with his favourite wine and a glass of MC’s preferred juice… was this something that always happened? He never noticed. The butler’s smile faltered when he didn’t see MC beside him as he lowered his tray. “Will Miss MC not be joining us today, young Master?” he asked as tactfully as possible. Jumin looked over his shoulder to see the maids pause what they were doing and listen intently. “No, not today Mr Kang,” he replied curtly, his lips pressed into a thin line. The older man bowed and promptly turned around, instructing the girls to fix up the table settings, they wouldn’t need to serve two that night. When did that start? When did they start automatically assuming MC was going to be there? When did it become odd when she wasn’t? This was his house, right? Not hers. Ridiculous.

Jumin entered his study and sat down on the left side of the couch because MC liked the right… he glanced down at the spot where she usually sat, and how her legs would stretch out and seek out their spot under his thigh, her feet somehow always cold, even during Summer. He took note of the thick, fluffy garishly green blanket that hung over the arm of the seat next to him. She had brought that over because she would get cold and Jumin would always run hot so she didn’t want to turn up the heat; he would cover her with that each and every time she would fall asleep between her hours of studying. She would yell at him for letting her fall asleep. They would eat dinner. The maids knew how she took her coffee and her favourite cakes. The driver knew all the different shortcuts to get her house.

If he checked the bathroom he wouldn’t be surprised if they had sanitary products for her there.

Then everything stopped, the jumbled thoughts in his head halting to a standstill. Everything made sense, it was all so simple. With such perfect clarity, he realised he was in love. Because his staff knew he was in love. His staff had catered to MC more because he had told them to with how he treated her himself. He placed her needs first- she was an honoured guest, his friend… he hadn’t thought about it. Though it was apparent that they had.

Jumin pinched at the bridge of his nose, it was going to be problematic, he just knew it. How was he supposed to tell a girl, who was his best friend (one of his best friends!), that he didn’t want to be best friends anymore.

He wanted more.

“Mr Kang!” he roared, his voice echoing into the empty halls of the house. The butler ran into the room, out of breath and a look of panic upon his face. “Young Master,” he panted, leaning onto the door furtively to mask his fatigue, “you called?”

“I did,” Jumin replied brushing past him into the foyer, opening the hall closet to take out a jacket to make himself look slightly more presentable. “Instruct Driver Kim that I will need his services tonight-” “Where to Young Master? Perhaps I may go in your stead so you can study-” “Tell him I need to go to MC’s house.”

Mr Kang’s worried expression eased into a relieved smile, his eyes wrinkling up with joy. He clapped Jumin on the arm almost proudly before going off to do as he was asked. Jumin straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair as he breathed in and out, suddenly nervous to go see one of his best friends. Did he hug her? Shake her hand? Kiss her?

Oh, he really wanted to kiss her.

The car pulled up and Mr Kang opened the door for his young master, holding out a plain white paper bag for Jumin to take. Confused the dark-haired man took the handles and looked into the bag, wondering what the content could possibly be. “Cakes, young master. Your lady is most fond of cakes. It would be rude for you to visit her unawares without something to offer her in return for her inconvenience,” he reminded Jumin, years of etiquette lessons slowly flooding his mind again.

“M-my lady? I… I …Thank you, Mr Kang.”

“Will the young miss be joining us tomorrow?” he inquired, a small knowing smile on his face. “I don’t know… but I hope so.”

He knocked on her door, hopeful that her parents wouldn’t answer the door. Ah, some luck. It was her. Was she always so beautiful?

Stupid Jumin.

Of course she was.

“I…” “…Would you like to come in?”

“Yes. I would. Very much.”

How do friends stop being friends and become more? With cake. And coffee. A kiss that tasted of icing and black coffee. Another that tasted like possibility. Of hope. Of…

Everything they should be.

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Epilogue

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I gotta Discord server guys! It's primarily Obey Me but other fandoms are welcome as well. It's kinda baby and dead so me and the other members are looking to revive it and we'd love for you to come join us. A roleplay area is included :) https://discord.gg/F3YEmDZCPS Please remember to read and accept the rules once you join for access to all the channels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously:

I spent that night cuddled close to Lucifer. After I bathed, he tended to my injuries and wrapped my upper back where my top set of wings once were. We layed in bed together, Lucifer holding me protectively against him as we fell asleep to the sound of our heartbeats, beating in sync. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 13 - Epilogue (3514 words)

“Mmm, Lu?” Gingerly, I opened my eyes. I had woken up to the feeling of someone nuzzling the side of my neck. Opening my eyes, I found that we had shifted into a spooning position in our sleep. His arms were wrapped around my waist and my hands were clasped over his. Lucifer was still asleep, holding on to me tightly. Carefully, I turned over to face him. His expression was relaxed. Sleep melted away any forehead creases making him look infinitely younger. His lips parted ever so slightly as his hair fell over his face, framing it just right. Carefully, as not to wake him, I lifted my hand to tuck some loose strands behind his ear and pecked him on the cheek. Being the notoriously light sleeper he is, Lu stirred at the movement. “Good morning Lu” “Mmm, good morning love” “Did you sleep well?” “Mhm.” Lucifer opened his eyes. The soft morning glow of the Devildom moon cast a soft light over him masking the demonic entity next to me in a celestial glow. His eyes were soft and docile, sleep still apparent. Not wanting to ruin the moment, but also not wanting to miss breakfast and see the rest of the brothers again, I started to shift away.

“Come on Lu, it’s time to get up.” “No. Just a little longer.” Lucifer immediately tightened his hold on me and buried his face into my chest. Letting out a small laugh, I brought my hand to his head and started stroking his hair. He sighed and leaned into my touch. “I’d love to stay in bed longer, but if we do that, Beel would eat everything.” Lucifer muttered something into my chest before pulling away and placing a kiss on my forehead. “We wouldn’t want that now would we? Come, let me change your dressings, then we’ll go.” It was then I remembered that I didn’t exactly have anything to wear. “Um, Lu? What am I supposed to wear?” Lucifer was already across the room getting the first aid supplies and a change of clothes out of the closet. He laid them out in front of me as I sat up. Spying the outfit, I realized it was my own, the one I would always wear when Lucifer and I spent our limited alone time. “Lu? Why do you have my clothes in your closet?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as he started removing my dressings and cleaning the wounds. A small blush appeared at my question. “It’ll be about 2 weeks before these fully heal.” “Lucifer, you’re avoiding my question.” “It will take you a little longer to learn how to fly with 2 pairs of wings instead of your usual 3.” I caught Lucifer’s hand in my own. He averted his gaze away from mine, his blush intensifying. “Lucifer.” “I-I couldn’t let you go. These reminded me of you, so I kept them. We still have most of your stuff in the catacombs. I just wanted these for myself.” When he finished, he was looking anywhere but my face. I held his hand and cupped a cheek with my other hand, gently turning him to face me. I leaned up and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You missed.” Lucifer looked at me with his signature smirk on his face. I put a finger on my cheek and tilted my head. “I did? Huh, that’s strange I never miss.” Leaning up, I placed a kiss on the opposite corner. “Now you’re just teasing me.” I giggled. “Yup. Now come on, we better get down there before Beel eats everything.” ~Dining Room~ Lucifer entered the room first, announcing that they had a visitor that would be staying with them. “Ooh, really? Yay! Another Spa mate!” Asmo clapped his hands excitedly. “Great, I don’t have time for another normie.” Levi went back to his switch not caring. Belphie was half awake and not really caring, giving the barest hint of acknowledgement. “Who are they?” Satan asked, putting his book down. “Well, we have met before. It would be quite awkward to have to introduce myself a second time.” I stepped around from behind Lucifer and looked to the brothers sitting at the dining table. Pin. Drop. Silence. A full second went by before I found myself under a pile of demons. “Y/N! You’re back!” “Y/N, I can’t believe this!” Asmo clung tightly to me, practically bawling his eyes out. Belphie was clinging to my other side with Beel wrapping his arms around both of us. Levi was hugging me from behind, pressing his cheek into my back. Satan waited by Lucifer for his turn while Mammon was still standing there in shock.

“G-guys! I missed you too but I still need to breathe!” “Alright everyone, Y/N is still sore from their fall. I know you’re all excited to have them back, but give them some room.” After Lucifer got his brothers off me, I went and gave Satan a tight hug. “Welcome home kitten.” “It’s good to be home.” After letting go of Satan, I made my way to Mammon. “It’s really you, ain’t it treasure?” “Come on Mammoney, who else would I be?” Mammon lowered himself to my level and tucked his head into the crook of my neck, holding on to me. “Ya dumb human.” “Not human anymore I’m afraid.” “That’s right! Darling, can we see your demon form please? I’m sure you look absolutely stunning!” “Not really much of a demonic form Asmo, but, well, you’ll see.” I stepped away from Mammon as the rest of the brothers backed up to give me some room. I rolled my shoulders feeling a swirl of magic surround me as I unfurled my wings and let my Nephalem form (A/N: That’s what I’m calling it. Don’t like it, too bad 🙃). I looked up at the shocked look on the brother's face. “You look stunning kitten.” “Your halo. It’s beautiful darling!” “You look just like him.” “I know Beel. I don’t know why my halo stayed. You guys can touch it, but Satan, I don’t know if you can yet.” “Y/N’s halo repels demons but doesn’t have an effect on beings that once held, or have traces of grace within them. Since you are born from me, you might have some trace, but we shouldn’t risk it. For now, just avoid touching it Satan.” “Will do, although I am curious. When the rest of you fell, your halo’s broke off and your uniforms changed completely, so why is it that Y/N’s outfit stayed Celestial, albeit with their colours, and they kept their halo, even if it is now a ring of black fire?” “I wish I knew Satan, although it might have something to do with my decision to willingly fall instead of being cast out by force.” Satan opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Beel’s stomach decided to make a guest appearance. “What, we stopped breakfast for this?” “Alright big boy, let’s eat, we can invite Dia and Barb and talk about this afterwards.” “Dad. What’s going on, and who's this?” I turned to the doorway where the voice came from. I looked as a young demon woman walked into the room. Her long black hair was braided down her shoulder. Serene coloured eyes looked me up and down. She wore a simple outfit consisting of dark blue denim tights with a white v-neck shirt, a black cropped jean jacket, and a pair of knee-high combat boots. “Who are you?” She asked again with her hands on her hip, eyes pinned on me.” I turned around to face the brothers. “Alright spill. Who’s the father?” I looked at the brothers with an equally pinning gaze as all eyes looked to Satan. “That would be me. Mezu, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my daughter Mezu.” “You had a kid and didn’t tell me?!” “When could I have done that? We literally found out you were alive not 3 minutes ago. Mezu, Y/N here is an old friend of ours. They were the one that brought our family together and sacrificed themselves for us.” “Nice to meet you Mezu.” I stuck my hand out for her to take. She didn’t. “Why do you don and angels garb and halo with demonic features?” Mezu looked at me with her arms crossed, distrust evident across her features. “Mezu, you can trust them.” Lucifer came and put a hand on my shoulder. Mezu looked unconvinced and took one more look at me before reluctantly letting the subject drop. “If you say so. Although I still want to know why.” “I’ll explain that all after breakfast when Diavolo and Barbatos get here. I look forward to learning more about you too Mezu.”

~After Breakfast in the Common Area~

“So, I guess I should start.” “What happened after the execution?” Mezu asked. “Mezu!” “It’s fine Satan. I figured that’s where I should start anyway. After the execution, I woke up in some sort of pocket dimension. Lilith was there, she says hi by the way. She explained this dimension that she called the “Void”. It’s a place where souls that have no destination but don’t return to oblivion go to. She presented me with two options. She didn’t have enough power to resurrect me the way she did before, so she told me that she could either make me into a demon and return to the Devildom, or make me a Seraph and take me to the Celestial realm. I wanted to return badly, and I almost did but I didn’t want to return as a demon serving under Abandon. I chose to go to the Celestial realm. I woke up in the House of Honors wearing, according to Michael, Lucifer’s old uniform. Needless to say, he was not happy about that. After he gave me something to eat, we headed to the palace to see your father. It was there where we struck a deal. Neither of us wanted me to be there, but I also didn’t want to return and serve under Abandon. No offence” “None taken.” “He took an interest toward my knowledge of Lucifer's old habits and position. He struck a deal with me, one I would have also struck if he had not suggested it. I was to serve as Lucifer’s replacement, as head of the council of 7, until such a time that King Abandon steps down and Diavolo rises to the throne. During my time as the Council leader, I was to fulfill my duties as Lucifer would have, not abuse my power, and make decisions based on the best interest of the realm. The period of the agreement ended yesterday when Diavolo was crowned. I-” “Y/N?” I turned to look at Lucifer. “Diavolo wasn’t crowned yesterday. He’s been king for almost half a century now.” My eyes widened. “You mean to tell me. That I could have returned HALF A CENTURY AGO?! I should have done more than sock that bastard while I had the chance.” At the last part, half the room doubled over laughing. “You-you actually punched him, in the face?!” Satan asked, clutching his stomach. “Yup. In Front of the entire council, right before I jumped. You should have seen their faces but I could only do so much within the element of surprise before I made my dramatic exit. I would have done it sooner if I knew Dia had been crowned. I just didn’t want to risk falling while his dad was still in reign.” “Darling, have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” “Only every day since we met Azzy. Anyway, back to the story.” ~A Few Hours Later~ “And that’s when I woke up in Diavolo’s garden yesterday.” “It seems like the past millennia had been eventful for everyone.” Mezu commented once I had finished. “How was everyone's time here? I really want to know the story behind Satan’s love life and what the rest of you were up too.” “Well, the first few decades or so were quite difficult. It was hard to forget that you weren’t with us. Eventually though, we all grew closer through grieving you. Your death opened a familial bond between us. Something we had a hard time admitting existed while you were here.” Lucifer explained. “Don’t worry, we still haven’t changed. Mammon still ends up hanging from the ceiling, Satan spends all day reading and coming up with ways to prank Lucifer with Belphie, Asmo is still as narcissistic as ever, Beel keeps cleaning out the fridge, and I still spend my days in my room.” “Although, I noticed you have been starting to come out of it more often Leviathan.” Diavolo stated “Well, yes. I’ve been visiting the catacombs whenever I get the chance to add something to Y/N’s collection by their casket.” “Uhh, if my dead body is still down there, could we, like, get rid of it? It’s a little creepy to live in a house knowing your dead body is in the basement.” “We’ll clean that out and bring your stuff to your old room.” Satan said. “Alright. Ok then. Your turn.” “Me?” “Yes you. Come on Satan, spill. What is this love story of yours? I want to know more about Mezu and her mother.” Satan scratched the back of

his neck, looking lost in thought, a longing look in his eyes. I looked around the room and noticed that the occupants avoided my eyes, some looking towards Satan with a pitying look. Only Mezu looked at me. “My mother died 50 years ago.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” “Of course you didn’t. You angels don’t care for any demon or their relations. You all think your so high and mighty yet-” “Mezu, that’s enough! Y/N is not an angel, not anymore. I assure you, they care more than you think.” Lucifer starred his granddaughter niece down as she sat back down. A scowl still present on her face. “I’m sorry Mezu, I truly am. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. Please forgive me.” I smiled at her. She looked away, almost guiltily before Satan broke the silence. “Mezu was named after her mother. She was killed by an angel when Mezu was 25. She was beautiful and the only one who could cool my wrath after you passed.” “Were you happy with her? Like truly happy?” “Truly.” “That’s all I need to know.” I stood and hugged Satan. He returned it, resting his head above my heart.

~2 Years Later. At RAD~

It’s been 2 years since I returned. My wounds have healed and I found my place among the demons once again. Diavolo appointed me as an official member of the student council. I served as a secretary of sorts to Lucifer to allow for fewer sleepless nights and to make sure he didn’t bury himself in his work. Because of my status as a fallen, I was considered a noble and given the title “Avatar of Loyalty. The 8th of the 8” by Diavolo himself. I returned to RAD as a teacher on angel studies and a student in demonic politics. Lucifer and I became an official couple. During long night grading, I found myself chuckling at my students' interpretations of the Celestial Realm. I reminisced about my time with the council. Michael was probably glad to have finally gotten rid of me. Luke was promoted as Michael’s personal protegé. The rest of the angels were probably too busy to think about me though. Having finished marking, I went to go get Lucifer to turn in for the night.

~The next day~

“Dia, not to sound rude or anything, but why did you want us all to meet so early? RAD isn’t starting for another hour.” Diavolo sat in his head seat at the table as the rest of us sat in our usual spots. All of us displaying varying levels of consciousness. Belphegor having fallen back asleep as soon as he sat down. Diavolo had a beaming smile on his face as he spoke. Never a good sign... “We have some new exchange students joining us today. I want you to meet them all and show them around RAD. This is an opportunity for the rest of you to mend some old ties” “My Lord, what exactly are you getting at?” Lucifer asked tentatively. Diavolo’s smile only grew brighter, but before he could say anything, the doors to the council room burst open. “Y/N!” Looking up, I managed to catch a mop of reddish-orange hair before I was buried under a pile of bodies. After I finally wiggled my way out, I backed up towards Lucifer; his arm finding its way around my waist. Standing in the council room were the 7 Archangels, all donning RAD uniforms, all smiling sheepishly save for Michael who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed. Looking at the rest of the brothers, I found that Bell was now wide awake as the rest of them looked a tad bit uncomfortable. Lucifer had a displeased frown. “What are you guys doing here?” “It was Father's idea to have us participate in this program. He thought it best to-” “Don’t kid yourself Michael. We volunteered to come. We missed you Y/N. Especially Michael. He wouldn’t stop talking about you after you left. Things weren’t the same after you fell. He also really wanted to see Lucifer again.” Raphael cut Michael off mid-sentence. Looking around, the brothers each had a murderous look in their eyes. “Ok, first off, you volunteered, I got dragged into this. Second, I did not miss Y/N and I did not talk about them after they left. If anything, I was glad that they were gone, especially after that little stunt they pulled before they jumped. You didn’t think I’d forget that Y/N, did you?” I loosened myself from Lucifer's grip and made my way over to the angels, giving them each a hug in turn. “Aww, I missed you guys too. Mike. What did I say about your pride? Honestly, for someone who used to adore the Virtue of Humility and claims to hate the Avatar of Pride, you really seem to take after his sin. Besides, you didn’t deny wanting to see Lu again.” The occupants in the room started snickering as Michael’s face started turning a lovely shade of beet red. Lucifer looked taken aback at the revelation but lightly chuckled into his fist as well. “I’d be careful Mike. You wouldn’t want to lose that angelic status of yours for something as childish as misplaced pride.” Lucifer said with a smirk on his face. Michael started stuttering, trying to defend himself. “I-I didn’t! I-I don’t have any Pride I swear! Besides-” “Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Gabriel stepped in to save Michael from any more embarrassment. “It’s true, we did miss you and saw the exchange program as an opportunity to see you again. That’s why we volunteered to come.” Gabriel stopped in front of me and hugged me, much gentler than before. “We really did miss you Y/N. Things up there were too quiet without you.” “Oi! Hands off Y/N!” Mammon jumped up from his chair and pushed Gabriel away from me. Levi had shifted into his demonic form and wrapped his tail around my waist. “Y/N Belongs to us, not you normies.” “NORMIES?! I’m hurt that you think of us like that Leviachan. It is nice to know that you still kept your love for the Japanese animation even after you left.” Azrael said as he turned to look at Levi. A hand on his chest and a look of faux hurt in his eyes. This time, it was Levi’s turn to turn beet red. His self conscious not being able to take the attention. I was pulled away from Levi by Lucifer who placed a quick kiss on the top of my head. A prideful smirk on his face as he addressed the angels.

“Now then, there is no need to fight over this. Y/N belongs to me. Isn’t that right my love?” One cannot describe the look of utter hurt, shock, betrayal, and jealousy that overtook the features of everyone present in the room at Lucifer’s bold statement. My own expression being that of shock before all bloody hell broke loose. Everyone started arguing over who I belonged to and who I loved the most. I stood there trying to calm everyone down but alas, my voice was never heard over the shouting. “It seems the exchange program is becoming quite the success, isn’t it Barbatos?” “Indeed My Lord, although perhaps we should put a stop to this before someone loses control?” “No need Barb. Let them talk among themselves. I know, how about some tea while we wait?” “Of course My Lord.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there we go. It's done! Thank you to everyone who stuck through reading this until the end. Thank you to everyone who left comments and Likes.

For those who are wondering about the candle and magical energy that surrounded Y/N, the energy is the magic used to take away their angelic status and made them into a Nephalem (Demon, Angel Hybrid). Their candle kept changing itself because it needed to form a new substance to match Y/N's new physiology.

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 12

Rise of the Demon King

I faced the edge, ready to jump when I realized I had forgotten something. Turning around, I looked God straight in the eyes and threw the strongest right hook I had ever thrown in my life before jumping backwards, tucking in my wings and closing my eyes. A content sigh leaving my lips as I let the darkness engulf me whole.

I’m coming guys. Wait up for me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 12 - Welcome Home (2132 words)

I woke up sometime mid-fall. The initial shock caused me to blackout. Now that I was falling, all I could hear was the wind around me and the sound of someone's pained gasps and screams. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that the screaming was my own. My hands flew to my head and my wings wrapped around me. My wings felt like they were melting off. When I managed to open my eyes, I watched as the once pure white wings slowly fade to black. The center of each feather shining with a deep blue. My clothes started transforming at around midway. The last thing I registered was a swirl of magic surrounding me before I blacked out once again from the pain.

I woke up in a small crater. The first thing I noticed was the white hot pain all around my body, specifically my back. Using what little strength I had, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and cocooned myself in my 4 wings. Wait 4! Painfully, I stretched my wings out and noticed that my top pair had burnt off. Looking down, I noticed that my attire didn’t change much either. I stayed in my celestial garb, but all the white now turned black. The gold accents became a midnight blue. A black cape hung off my shoulders with a blue inner lining. I reached towards my head to feel for my horns but was shocked to find nothing there.

Despite feeling numb all over, I tried standing up to take in my surroundings but I just collapsed right back down. Instead, I took to crawling. I appeared to be in a garden of sorts. I found my way over to a fountain, and peered into the water taking in my reflection. I looked like I had just left a battlefield, but what surprised me the most, was the small black halo over my head. Lucifer told me that when they fell, their halo’s shattered and horns grew in their place, but my halo was still there. It was a small ring of black fire instead of light. I tentatively reached up to feel it, noting that it was cool to the touch and whatever I did, didn't disturb it.

I looked around the garden, something was strangely familiar about it but I couldn't place my finger on it. All of a sudden, I heard shouting and hurried footsteps. I turned around to see what looked to be a squad of guards rushing towards me. Before my fogged mind could register what was happening, 2 of them tackled me to the ground and secured my wrists and wings behind my back. One of the guards hands brushed over my halo and I could feel a disturbance in the fire before he screamed. His hand had been severely burned. The guard whom I assumed to be the leader of the group barked out orders to bring me to the throne room. My mind having finally caught up to the situation realized why the garden and uniforms looked familiar. I was in the Palace Garden! I felt the guards grab my shoulders and pull me off the ground as I got dragged off; my whole body still aching all over.

I knew I couldn’t take the guards in my current condition so I stayed silent and looked around as I was being led to the throne room. The hallways all looked as familiar and welcoming as they had when I first arrived in the Devildom as a human. There were a few notable differences such as the added portraits. Eventually, we stopped in front of the throne room and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. One of the guards opened the door as 2 of them grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my knees in front of the king. Hissing at the pain, I kept my head bowed for a second before looking up.

Raising my head, I saw Diavolo sitting on the throne. His demon form had some subtle changes. He wore a little less accessories but the most notable change was the crown adorning his head. The once prince, now king, looked as majestic and regal as he always had been. His once carefree demeanour, now replaced with a presence that demanded respect. He looked like he was born to lead. Before anyone could say anything, I locked eyes with Diavolo and smiled. “Long time no see my Lord, or perhaps, my King would be more appropriate.” I saw the recognition of my voice flash in Diavolo’s eyes, a momentary expression of disbelief flickered across his face before he ordered the guards to release me. “But my Liege-” “Need I repeat myself? I ordered you to release them. You’re all dismissed.” The guards now scared of any repercussions that would arise, quickly released me, bowed their apologies and left. Carefully I stood up, rubbing my wrists before Diavolo came up and captured me in a bone crushing hug. I hissed in pain. “Ah! Hehe, I missed you too Dia.” Diavolo squeezed a little tighter, tears starting to pool into his eyes. “Uh, Dia. I still hurt from the fall and I kind of need to breathe. Please?” Diavolo released me with an apologetic look. Gently holding my chin, he looked into my eyes. I smiled back. “You’re here. You’re really here. I’ve missed you so much. We’ve missed you so much.” Diavolo leaned down as I embraced him. Whisper-crying onto my shoulder. “I know. I did too.” Patting his back I let him stay there for a little. “There there big guy. Where’s my happy go lucky prince hmm?” At this, Diavolo let out a laugh. Composing himself he stood up and flashed me his signature smile. De-powering, he pointed to his chest. “Still here, but not the prince anymore.” “That’s right. You’re a King now! I hope this means less pranks and spontaneous schemes are going to be pulled on the brothers?” “I wouldn’t say less, but definitely less frequent.” Barbatos walked into the throne room and dropped the papers he was carrying. A hand went to cover his mouth as he stood in shock. I made my way over to him and gave him a hug. “Hey Barb. I’m back.” Barbatos hesitated for a second. The time demon was still in shock from my appearance before he returned the hug. He held me tightly against him while being mindful of my injuries. “Your wings.” Releasing the hug I looked at them. “I know. It hurts, but it’s more of a phantom pain. I lost the top set.” “You look just like Lucifer did before he fell.” Diavolo remarked, reaching for my halo. I stepped just beyond his reach. “I wouldn't do that. One of the guards touched me and badly burned his hand.” “This is interesting. Why did the brothers lose theirs but yours only changed?” Barbatos thought aloud. “I don’t know. I wish I did but I don’t. Speaking of Lucifer and the brothers, where is he?” “Ah, I thought you’d ask that. He’s here in the palace working. I do warn you though, he hasn’t been the same since you left.” “Let me guess, he buried himself in work and reverted back to his old self from before we met?” “Well yes, but 10x worse.” “Can I see him?” “Of course! Follow me” Waving bye to Barbatos. I followed Diavolo out of the throne room. It was now that the rest of the pain from the fall wanted to hit. As soon as we left the throne room, I almost collapsed and had to lean against the wall for support. My back was killing me and my legs were numb. Diavolo saw me and caught me halfway. “Y/N! Are you sure you’re alright?” “No, no I don’t think so, but I did expect this to happen.” “Do you want me to call a physician?” “No, I’ll be fine with some rest. I just want to see him.” “Alright. You can lean on me.” “Thank you.” Walking around the halls with Diavolo, we caught up on some stuff going on in the Devildom. I promised to tell him about my time in the Celestial Realm after I’ve gotten some rest. Sometime later, we stopped in front of an office in the east wing. Diavolo knocked on the door. “Lucifer. You have someone who wants to see you.” Diavolo opened the door as I

stood behind him. I heard Lucifer sigh. “I would love to my Lord, but I’m afraid these need to get done before I am available to see anyone.” Seeing the opportunity, I chose to seize it. Stepping around Diavolo, I saw Lucifer still looking down at the documents on his desk as I announced myself. “Aww, so does that mean you don’t want to see me?” Lucifer dropped his pen, his head shooting up to look at me. His face, a mix between shock and hope. I made my way over to his desk as he stood up and walked around to meet me halfway. He stopped in front of me looking very conflicted. Slowly, his hand made its way up to cup my face. “Y/N?” I would have missed that whisper if I wasn’t paying attention. I put my hand over his and turned my head giving him a small kiss against his palm before closing my eyes and leaning into him. “Yes. I missed you.” Lucifer lost his composure and pulled me protectively against his chest, my head resting just above his heart. His head resting on top of my own. “Lucifer, their halo-!” His hold was tight, but comforting, holding on as if, if he were to loosen just a bit, I would disappear. I looked up to see my halo had dissipated, making room for Lucifer. I pulled away from him. “How? How did you not get burned?” Lucifer looked at me and Diavolo, confused. Then he saw the black ring of fire atop my head. “How did you retain your halo?” “I don’t know. But when other demons touched it, they got severely burned, but you're just fine.” Diavolo crossed his arms, thinking. “Maybe it doesn’t affect higher ranked demons?” “No, it still does. I felt the heat when I got close to you Y/N.” “Maybe it’s because Lucifer was once an angel?” “Perhaps. I can still sense some grace within you. You didn’t lose all of it when you fell like the rest of us.” “Neither did you Lucifer.” “What?” “You still retained a small portion of your celestial power and grace. Perhaps, the halo won’t harm demons or angels with grace within them. It will do its job and repel true demons.” “In that case, I should probably stay away from Satan, huh?” “I don’t know. Satan was born from Lucifer so he might have some trace of grace within him. I wouldn’t test it, but I would be cautious. Take the day Lucifer. Take care of them.” “Thank you Diavolo.” With that, Lucifer shifted into his demon form. Wings encompassing the both of us. “We will catch up later Y/N. Get some rest.” “Thank you Diavolo. Nice to see you again.” Lucifer muttered a spell teleporting us to his room.

Now in the privacy of his own room, his walls fell down. Lucifer held me tight. His head bowed down, resting on the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” The tears flowed freely as he cried on my shoulder. I maneuvered us towards the bed as sat down as Lucifer kneeled to match my height. I put my arms around his back, fingers running through his hair. “It’s not your fault Lucifer. Please don’t blame yourself. I’m alright, and I’m here with you. Please don’t be sorry.” Lucifer lifted his head from my shoulder, taking me in properly for the first time. His hand made its way to my wings, softly stroking the blackened feathers. His fingers traced the base of my wings on my back when he noticed the scarring. “Your top pair.” “I know. It’s alright. I’m still numb there so I can’t feel it.” “You look perfect in my clothes. They were made for you.” “No Lucifer, they were made for you. I just borrowed them.” Chuckling, he leaned forward and leaned his forehead against mine. “Welcome home”

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